The elven woman moved among her precious farm animals, her touch gentle and soothing as she reassured each one. She spoke to them in a language of ancient melodies, and they responded with a serenity that belied their earlier ferocity.
It was clear to all present that these creatures were not mere tools of war but cherished companions under her care. The elven woman's love for them transcended the battle, and the mythical creatures had no desire to harm her or each other.
As the tension in the battlefield ebbed away, the elven woman cast a compassionate gaze toward me, acknowledging my efforts to protect her precious charges. It was a moment of understanding amidst the chaos, a testament to the unbreakable bond between her and the mythical creatures she called family.
